Wednesday, January 23, 2008
I love stories, I'd like to think that everyone and everything has a story lying right below the e of the skin. Something that lets you know, who he, she, or it is, some thing that gives meaning to existence .I think what gets me down is that I'm going to be 25 in about one week, and yet I don't feel as though I have a story, I feel as though there is not story behind me. I'm told that I'm young and have alot of life yet to live, but still I feel as though I should have something more to me than what is there. I think what I mean to say is that I know there is something under the surface of my skin, but I'm not sure what that is exactly.
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What gives this mess some grace unless it's kicks, man
Unless it's fiction
Unless it's sweat or it's songs
What hits against this chest unless it's a sick man's hand
From some midlevel band
He's been driving too long
On a dark windless night
With the stereo on
With the towns flying by
And the ground getting soft
And the sound in the sky
Coming down from above
It surrounds you at times
And it's whispering, oh
What pulls your body down, that is quicksand
So, we climb out quick, hand over hand
For your mouth's all filled up
What picks you up from down unless it's tricks, man
When I been fixed, I am convinced that I will not get so broke up again
And on a seven day high
That heavenly song
Punches right through my mind
And pumps through my blood
And, oh, it's a lie
But I still give my love
And my heart's all alive(?)
For your hands to pluck off
What gives this mess some grace unless it's fictions
Unless it's licks, man
Unless it's lies or it's love
What breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some rock and roll fan
Exploding up from the stands
With her heart opened up
And I want to tell her, "your love isn't lost"
Say, "my heart is still crossed"
Scream, "you're so wonderful"
What a dream in the dark
About working so hard
About growing so stoned
Trying not to turn up
Trying not to believe in the light
On your own
(felt semi appropriate-video's on my page)
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